A Demonic Dance

Chapter Fifty Three: Mulierem amore

I fucking love this chapter

When he opened his eyes he was splayed out on his bed, fingers wordlessly interlocked with Dreams, both soundlessly enjoying each other's embrace.

For a moment he looked around confused, Dream giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, something that calmed him almost instantly, relaxing into the mattress.

They tended to do this a lot, simply laying in the other company, not speaking or moving.

Simply just existing.

It always seemed to be Dream that initiated these sessions of silence.

George sighed contently. He could remember the first time it had happened. He'd been exhausted after spending unreasonable hours on a section of coding and had decided he needed a rest, flopping down onto his bed.

He remembered sinking into the soft mattress, welcoming the comfort it gave to his aching back, relishing the stretch in his aching bones.

That was how Dream had found him. And for a difference, instead of starting up a conversation, something stupid, crazy or just marginally boring, he had layed there instead.

He had simply climbed up next to George and layed there, hands millimetres apart but never touching, close enough so that a twitch of either fingers would bring them together.

But they didn't.

They had simply laid in silence, and both had found it welcoming.

So they did it again and again.

It normally happened when one of them was stressed, they would sit down angrily till the other joined them, and slowly, piece by piece, day by day they would lay closer and closer.

Till they found themselves here, fingers interlocked, staring at the ceiling.

George always hated his ceiling. For some god awful ceiling who ever had decorated it had taken the executive decision to cover it all in stupid bumps and lumps.

Dream somehow, in a typical way only Dream could, had found a way to make them interesting.

Or maybe it was Dream that made them special, the pure fact of him finding them interesting making it interesting too.

"Maybe you just need to look at it at another angle." Dream suggested reaching a hand up to the ceiling, making his fingers into an L shape as if he was trying to map non existent stars.

"Oh and what angle would you suggest that is?" George asked, raising an eyebrow at the other who just smiled.

They'd been lying there for a while now. George had been having a stressful time editing a video that just didn't want to be edited and so with his inhuman 'George is annoyed senses' Dream had come trotting in before settling beside him.

"Well maybe you just have to look at it as less of a boring ceiling and as something else." He suggested with a shrug, turning his head to face George who was still shaking his head in disbelief.

"And what would you suggest I looked at it as?"

"The sky."

George just laughed.

"The sky? Are you sure your eyes are working?"

Dream just scoffed. "That's cheap shit coming from a colour blind person."

"You wound me." George had laughed back, pulling his free hand to his chest in a sort of mock pain, both of them chucking at the overdramatic action.